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Emily exhaled. "I'm going to hide in your room. I don't need to witness this crazy."

"Oh please," Beth whispered under her breath.

As she walked out of the room, Emily narrowed her eyes dangerously in Beth's direction. Lexi gave Elena an encouraging smile. "It'll be fine. Don't mind Emily."

Elena snatched her bag, mentally girding her loins for whatever circus show was about to unfold. For a moment, she felt bad for not preparing Chandler for the one-woman firing squad. That only lasted a second because the other ninety-nine percent of her knew it would be awesome to see Emily knock him off balance. He'd sure as hell been knocking her off balance since the moment he danced with her at that club.

"Come on up," she said into the speaker.

"You didn't even make sure it was him," Emily hissed. Apparently she'd changed her mind and returned to the living room. "What if it's a sex trafficker?"

"Ringing the buzzer instead of breaking in?" Elena asked. "And why the hell would a sex trafficker